I want to spill out the contents of my heart to you
in hopes that you’re able to see right through
everything I say,
and know that it’s all for you.
I want you to show me how to feel.
I need you to put your arms around me when I tell you
that a year is far too long
to go it alone.
I don’t need your lips,
only your smile,
and your pale blue eyes,
staring back through the tears in mine.
i never thought much about this part of my life in my younger years.
i was always painting the big picture.
i guess that’s why I’ve no expectations of life at the moment
but an undeniable fear of failure for the giant future I have planned.
I don’t have friends, so when I’m not working..I don’t really know what to do.
Because when I woke up
Your thumb brushed my cheek.
You looked me in the eye
And told me I was beautiful.
I’m beginning to think I’ll never feel that way
again.
